''There are a million beaten paths. And no matter what words people use — everyone is just asking to be loved.'' - Ann Voscamp I see it. I see it in the eyes of the little boy who comes running up to me to give me a hug and kiss my forehead every morning. I see it in the eyes of the little boy who asks me everyday " Whats your name?" And then walks away saying " Kendra, I love you Kendra." I smile and say " I love you Mohamed." I see it in the eyes of the lady who stands off by herself watching me, staring at me until I take notice of her and smile then she smiles back and no longer feels invisible. I see it in the eyes of the parents of crying, hungry children. I see it in the eyes of the little girl who screams and stomps her feet for milk. I see it in the eyes of the young girl in a wheelchair also in the eyes of the young girl with down-syndrome when she asks me for a juice. I see it in the eyes of a beautiful girl who tells me she plans on traveling to Paris, getting married and live the life of her dreams. I see it in the eyes of the girl my age who is having panic attacks. I see it while I kneel beside her bed and hold her had. I see it in the eyes of her tough brother, I also see tears in his eyes the eyes of a young man we often label as "Terrorist or ISIS." But I see it in his eyes and I know He to has a deep longing to be loved. I've seen it in the eyes of people longing to be more then just a number. I've see it in the eyes of people who are prostituted. I have seen in the the eyes of men on dark street corners in heals. I have seen it the the eyes of hippies playing their beat up guitars. I've seen it in the eyes of homeless men and woman living on the streets San Jose and Amsterdam. I have seen it in the eyes of Gothic Youth at the park in San Jose and I see it in the eyes of my own community. I've seen it in eyes in our churches. I have seen it in the eyes of people I love. I have seen it in my own reflection.
We each have a story and I believe we all have known pain and lostness. We are all longing to be loved, longing to be seen and be more then just a number. And in the end we are all longing for a Savior. How can we as Christians who know there is hope,unconditional love, and salvation live in apathy. How can we live in the light and not break through darkness. And how can we not extend mercy and a little sacrifice. Someone died for our salvation, can we not then risk leaving our comfort zones? Reaching out can be as simple as a hug, cup of chai, a smile from across a room, a moment of your time. But don't ever underestimate the power of a kind word or deed. "Does it not stir up our hearts,to go forth and help them, does it not make us long to leave our luxury, our exceeding abundant light, and go to them that sit in darkness?" Amy Carmichael - Fight for us, O God, that we not drift numb and blind and foolish into vain and empty excitements. Life is too short, too precious, too painful to waste on worldly bubbles that burst. Heaven is too great, hell is too horrible, eternity is too long that we should putter around on the porch of eternity.” ― John Piper
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